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Sunday, February 25, 2007


i had my first soccer match today. i was so nervous. i couldnt sleep at all, which is why i'm so tired today. and then the bad thing happened. my period started. so period + nervousness + cold drink + stupidity to drink cold water = bad bad stomach ache. but i managed to hold on throughout the day.

first match was against nus which we drew 0-0. (i played left wing.) they were dominating throughout and we were almost always playing defensive. i was quite blur because i didnt know if i should stay or go back and defend, should i run there and tackle, should i run that far up, and blah.. endless worries for me, made me very stressed and pissed with myself.

second match was against rp. i do not like them because they kept hitting my v-----. do i look like a guy to you? now i know why guys have guards for the area around there. (for the first half i played right back, and second half i played right forward.) their goal was a fluke. DIE DIE DIE! but it was still a goal. fishing shit. we were saved by a very nice free kick though and the game ended 1-1. ref is blind i tell you. he didnt see the other handball. he needs specs. REFEREE KAYU! ):

third match was against njc. (i played right forward.) wasted opportunities. passing to opponents. i have no idea what i'm doing. confused with my position. flattened b**bs when chesting the ball. (i am sad. there's dumb and dumber, now there's small and smaller.) running up down left right like a monkey. tired i am. and there's fishing school tmr. well. it ended 0-0. and we got third in our group so we couldn't move on. i hate to lose. i really really hate to. DIE DIE DIE!

i think the worst outcome is to draw. to neither win nor lose. to be so close and yet not at all. to have this feeling. if only i did this, if only i did that. that sucks. i am sad but happy. makes sense? no. happy because i feel that we did pretty well. sad because we didnt make the cut, when i really thought we could and should have. i love my soccer team mates. (although i am not very sociable and have probably only one friend there.) make senses? no, didnt think so.. D:

;3:45 AM


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